Are you fucking Sirius? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beingsirius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
There wasn't always a catch. Sometimes paradise was just paradise. But then, Sirius Black was pretty spectacularly great at finding the silver linings in situations that others might be wary of. Maybe sometimes even to a fault.
But he was cocky for a good reason; he was one of the most talented wizards of his time, and ever placed he'd visited since ending up in Starklandia had been pretty much magic free. He was at an advantage, and he didn't think that was going to change here on the beautiful beachfront.
Of course, he was also used to the level headed thinking of Remus (who he might not have always agreed with, but loved enough to just take his caution and words of advice anyway, usually) and so Steve's caution wasn't really all that surprising. "Alright alright," he said with a huff. "We look around first. Then when robots don't come and murder us, we get to the beach. And find money." That wasn't hard. Sirius simply needed to see whatever the currency was in order to duplicated it and then they could go from there. Was was cheating, but he wasn't morally inclined enough to care in a situation like this. "Easy. C'mon, let's check the --" He paused, as a little owl with what looked to be a bowtie made of leaves flew past them. "Oh?"